#grant them paradise ❤️

[iman-92]

maybe i’m just getting older but with every Ramadan that passes i’m more and more aware that it could be my last one or a loved ones last one. May Allah take us when he is most pleased with us

[tarjapearce]

Iridiscent

PirateAU! Miguel x Mermaid! Reader

Thanks to @sarapaprikas-blog for the idea ❤️✨. Been loving to experience with different AU'S lately ✨. Hope you like!

Warnings: Mild angst and historical figure mentions, implied mysticism ~

Prologue ✨

Pt. 2

As far as history was told, the sea had been the biggest grave in the world. Countless men, nations and civilizations perished under the might of the ever infinite sea. Not many dared to venture, after all, the stories of countless ships sunk under behemoth waves reached through all dry land known.

But that didn't stop the greatest empires to expand and colonize newly discovered lands thanks to years of observation. Many thought of the sea a living being, a being that could be tamed or at least controlled enough to small civilizations to be born in lands people only dreamed of.

However, as the sea earned it's title of a living creature, the mysticism around it grew. Many believed the sea was a she, and bringing a woman on board only made her jealous. A common belief among outcasts and pirates. Something that was debunked as the golden age of piracy advanced.

But even so, the word spread around was that the sea favored female pirates better than men. Lagertha, Mary Read, Anne Bonnie, Zheng Shi, Grace O'Malley, to name a few of the most iconic pirates that against all, conquered, navigated, commanded and plundered at their contempt.

Many believed that they had done a pact with the devil himself, but others strongly believed that there were creatures below that left no trace once the women settled for a target. Mermaids.

Creatures often described as the beauty of death itself embodied. Beautiful women luring men to their inevitable deaths. Something, that some men longed for, and feared by others. The rumor was that if you caught a mermaid alive, the creature was bound to grant you a wish.

But for Miguel, they were nothing but myths and lies. A once young and naive self had ventured in the sea to find one, so he could cure his daughter once the land medics had abandoned all hope. And so he did, once his little girl had closed her twinkling innocent eyes, full of dreams, forever.

He was a changed man after that. He didn't allow his men to talk about such nonsensical things in his ship, Reina Gabriela, and poor of the man that was caught red handed. Reason had gotten him where he was, a feared outlaw among the Spaniards and English folk alike. Not by his overall intimidating looks, but the ruthless and cunning of his attacks.

The Red Eyed Demon, they called him.

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Miguel had settled the route towards an island that promised a proper restock of his resources. He would let his men unwind, he'd probably spend the night away with a well prepared courtesan. The type of woman that knew how to entertain him beyond the physical ways, once they were on land.

By sunset, he would be landing. The island itself wasn't a problem, the inhabitants of it were. At least for him, full of highly superstitious people, that were always showering him in foul smelling concoctions, lung itching fumes and heavy charms of protection to "cleanse the spirit of anything that could drag you and your ship down".

Isla del Sol, or Sunny Island as many called it, was like a secret hideway-paradise for Pirates that stopped by to rest. Opposite from what the Spaniards and English believed, the Island was run under the command of a council of five.

A retired English commander that did better as a pirate than a law enforcer named Edward, A Spaniard pirate well versed in the arts of administration named Xavier, A jamaican man which eloquence only rivaled the Queen's erudites themselves named Toussaint, An asian woman trained in the arts of killing and weaponry named Sheng Hyun, and a white haired chaman whose wisdom was often seeked by the rest.

So far the island had worked and thrived under their command. They had even asked Miguel to join them, because of his strategic and cunning mind. But of course, he refused. A man like him wasn't easily bound to bureaucratics, even though, ironically he had strict rules in his ship.

His men were loyal, after all, Miguel took proper care of his crew. Well fed, healthy, well armed, and now, well rested. Reina Gabriela approached the docks and soon the men worked. Some put the extended sails away, others put the weaponry in their place, others cleaned and so on. Everyone had a role aboard, and Miguel made sure for them to accomplish it.

He threw a small pouch of gold to a nearby man to watch over his ship as he was out. The island felt like another city, but difference was, that inside land there were no guards, no laws that didn't benefit them. And if anyone caused a ruckus, Sheng Hyun was sent to deal with it, personally.

His men scattered around, except for the quarter master, the cook, weaponry master, Navy Engineer and doctor. They discussed briefly the upgrades for the ship, new dishes to the menu, and new places to get weapons, medicines and sturdier woods from. He dismissed them once everyone had their list, then he was alone.

His feet took him nearby the merchants as they exposed their goods to everyone passing by. Guards uniforms, royal weapons and wax seals perfect for an unsuspecting ruse, medicines, a new type of powder that was a bit more waterproof, Chinese explosives, sedating darts, portraits of naked royal women, some gemstones, and of course, luck charms and talismans.

He scoffed as his eyes rolled at the various trinkets. He had to admit that whoever came with these ideas had found a gold mine that relied in people's blind faith, probably would shake their hand if he ever knew who it was. One trinket stood out from the rest.

It was an iridescent pearl, a quarter size of his palm, along some black and pearly scales protuding ontop. There was no chain around it to be worn, the merchant noticed him staring at the trinket and smiled.

"Good if y'wanna catch a mermaid. They love shiny things."

Miguel looked at him with an eyebrow quirked and a skeptical look.

"You seem confident enough to sell these... crafts."

"Ah, another nonbeliever. Tis'fine mate. I've dealt with so many like you before. Mostly of the non believing part roots from something denied to you in the past. Am'i'rite?"

Miguel's jaw clenched softly at the boldness of the man. He looked like the typical merchant with shady business on the side.

"Leave this man alone, Joseph." The chaman of the council spoke behind Miguel as she took the pearl in her old, wrinkled hands.

"Come" He motioned Miguel to follow. Despite being a highly spiritual woman, the council's chaman did not pressure him into believing, but rather spoke to him sometimes in riddles. Riddles that he grew tired of eventually. He followed.

"A surprise to find you watching these sort of trinkets, Miguel."

"Hard to not when they get stranger and colorful each time I come here."

The elder lady hooked her arm on his as she supported on Miguel, that secured her as he walked next to her.

"I'd be grateful if you wouldn't speak about anything mystic tonight."

"Wasn't my intention, boy. But I must say, you've got quite the eye for these things. It's a real pearl, if you wish to sell it."

Miguel kept walking, being led by the chaman.

"Or I could gift it to a mermaid" Miguel chuckled and the lady looked at him with curious eyes.

"Well, to do such thing, you'd have to find one first."

"I won't, cause they're not real."

The chaman smiled smugly at him.

"What would you do if your homeland got infested with rotting bodies, blood and so many other unpleasant things continuously?"

"I'd look for a new home." he humored, but the lady only nodded in approval.

"And what kind of home you'd look for?"

"One that wasn't near the cities or civilization. Probably a secret manantial or even a virgin island"

The lady smiled

"Congratulations, Miguel. You now have the first lead into finding a mermaid."

"You can't expect me to believe such things."

"No lo espero, pero sé que tu curiosidad por dichas criaturas ha aumentado. ¿Qué es lo deseas tener?" (I don't, but I know for sure that your curiosity for such creatures have peaked your interest. What is it you long for?)

Miguel looked down at the lady, wistfully and she rubbed his arm comfortingly. Like a grandma would.

"My dear. Mystical creatures can only do so much, Miguel. Sadly, bringing back the dead isn't something they can do."

"No sabes de lo que hablas. No me conoces" (You don't know what you are talking about. You don't know me)

He seethed the last words as his grip abandoned the lady. His body tensed when the chaman reached out again to take his large hand.

"Loss is part of our lives, Miguel" Her wrinkled hands put the pearl in his hand, hers covered his warmly, pushing the trinket further in his hands, "And we all move on eventually. Life is full of wonders, and who knows, maybe what you find ahead in your path is exactly what you need"

He nearly growled as another riddle was added to the list.

"Te dije que te dejaras de-" (Thought I told you to quit the-)

His mouth gaped slightly, the lady was gone. He was left alone with the pearl in his hand, "Acertijos..." (Riddles...) he sighed and stared at the pearl, to then tuck it back on his pocket.

What was he longed for?

[two-white-butterflies]

parallel lines | d. targaryen | part ten

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

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Grief makes us do unspeakable things. It sharpens our claws, and protects us against things that may happen in the future. It forces us to be reserved, makes us shut up.

But sometimes grief makes us explode.

Makes us yearn for the love that hasn't been granted to us.

"You're not allowed to talk to him." the police guard scoffs.

Alicent weakens. Her first child tied in cuffs, never allowed to live life as a free man again. "I'm sorry," she mouthed - staring deep into Aegon's eyes. His lips pressed into a thin line, entirely unsure if the descent into madness was caused by his parents.

He cannot blame them, even if it was.

He walks away.

So you're leaving in the morning, on the early train.

The music in your airpods blasted. Harwin continued loading your luggage into the trunk. He doesn't know when he'll see you again.

I could say everything's alright. I could pretend and say goodbye.

"We'll keep in touch." you promised, wrapping him in a warm embrace. Daemon's hand found the small of your waist. "I'll call you everyday." Harwin made the same promise.

Basically his full-sister at this point.

"- I'll miss you." Harwin pressed a kiss on your forehead.

Daemon opens the car door for you. It was the beginning of your life. A life that you fought hard to have again.

I won't stop loving you.

I'll always be here by your side. I'll never want you to say goodbye.

Aemond smiled, hearing the radio play your favorite song. He wonders if you're better now - living the life that he took for so long. "So Mr. Aemond Targaryen, is it your first time in therapy?" the older woman adjusted her glasses.

"Yes." he answered with a smile.

(FIVE YEARS LATER)

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RhaenyraStrong: When are you coming home? Missing youuuu soo muchhhh - yourname: soon, i promise!!

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It's been five years since you disappeared off the face of the earth. You can still remember the day that you left. It was a Sunday.

May 7, 2023.

You moved to Switzerland with Daemon, enjoying the snow and the scenery around you. He started teaching in an international school. You postponed your law degree, instead you focused on running a daycare and healing from your scars.

You were lucky to welcome your first child.

Daenerys.

After Switzerland, you moved to Australia.

The warm sand was kissing your barefoot. The beach was beautiful in the morning, you liked the way the sun stung your skin. "Let's go for a swim," Daemon pleads, "I don't want to get stung by jellyfishes, love." you whined, but he continues pulling you in the water.

The water was warm, though slightly colder than the sand. A sigh escaped your mouth feeling the seaweed wrap around your feet. It was another day in paradise. "They won't bite, I promise." he pressed a kiss on your lips.

He was enjoying this life.

"It's not my problem if I get bitten anyways." you wrap your arms around his body, using him as a floater. He chuckles, remembering the time he had to haul you to the hospital because of a snake bite.

It was a garden snake, not the venomous kind.

"I'm sorry for that," he laughed, walking until the water reached your shoulders. The seaweed was ticking your thighs. "I'm glad that everything happened the way it did. I got justice for my mom's death. I got you. I got Daenerys." you whispered.

"I love you, Dae." you confessed.

"I love you too," he hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Harwin smiled, helping you load the luggage inside of the car. "Two years and you're finally coming home." he states, placing his hand on your head and messing with your hair.

"I'm sorry that it took a while. We had a lot of things going on." you exchanged a knowing look with Daemon.

Harwin takes a closer look at the little boy. "Jesus, he looks exactly like you." he observed. "- don't let Daemon hear that." you placed a finger to your lips, continuing to rock the little boy to sleep.

"The car is ready." Daemon says, opening the door for you.

Harwin sits in the passenger seat, while you and Daenerys are in the backseat. "Is she strapped properly?" Daemon does his final rounds of safety inspection. "We're ready to go, dad." you confirmed.

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RhaenyraStrong: Daenerys was so little then 🥲 they grow up too fast

joffreyminecraft_gamerboy: uncle daemon can u plese by me robux? - daemontargaryen: ok

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"Dany, be careful. Vissy has soft bones." you dutifully reminded. In the span of five years the children in the family grew.

Rhaenyra and Harwin had Aegon, Viserys and Visenya.

"I don't know how you take care of these many kids. Daenerys just by herself is a handful." you chuckled, admiring the way Rhaenyra raised her children with tenderness and affection. "Harwin decided to have an early retirement, so we're with the kids 24/7." she humbled.

6 children. 1 teenager, and 1 adult child.

She's a legend.

"Has Jaehaerys and Jaehaera ever asked about their father?" you inquired, wondering if you should help shoulder the boulder of raising Aegon's kids. "I legally adopted them, as far as they're concerned Harwin and I are their parents." Rhaenyra confirmed.

Aegon was a strange creature. He always had that blank look in his eyes. He'd always joke about the most deranged topics, but when his children entered the room - his eyes would light up. He was a horrible person, but you think that he's a good father.

To some extent.

"Enough of that, I'm so excited for your wedding." Rhaenyra placed a hand on your forearm. Your eyes light up at the thought. "I already picked out a few bridesmaid dresses. I just need y'all to choose." you announced. "- I think they're in my room." you remembered.

Rhaenyra motioned for the maids to grab the gowns.

"Let's have a fashion show!" you smiled.

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daemontargaryen: thank you for marrying me.

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[curseanon]

I’ve decided I’m just gonna be the sole crewmate on this battleship that is adam x eve, no issues here as im plenty used to serving in the armed forces in defense of rare ships. shipping something where we literally don’t even know what one of the people looks like tho is a whole new level-

anyway here’s some headcanons I thought of. special thanks to Abbie0129 on Twitter for her artwork that helped inspire some of these, if u ever see this post I love you

-the only thing adam and eve were able to take out of eden with them (besides clothes) was a set of flower crowns that they made for each other and basically acted like their wedding rings in the garden. the crowns were blessed by the angels to stay preserved and they allowed them to keep them. it’s the only thing they have left of Eden (king and queen of this little slice of paradise on earth ugh)

-Eve was sent to hell because Roo (or whatever this force of evil we saw depicted in the storybook with the big red eyes and creepy smile) influenced her into eating the fruit (hence the red smile. shoutout to another similar theory I saw on twitter that said Roo only made eve eat the fruit and then left her alone, before moving on later to target Lilith, hence the similar smile on that card. So Roo is different from Eve and Lilith but influenced them both). Maybe Roo’s influence was still on her when she died? Idk

-Abel though, I have an interesting thought. My current take is that if he’s in the show and not retconned, he went to hell because despite his efforts to please the angels, he was acting more out of self gratification, at least in secret. Seeking the angels’ approval more than actually trying to be a good person. That and I think he died with enmity in his heart towards Cain (fair enough). But he wasn’t willing to forgive Cain’s actions, while he was dying or after his death. If he can’t do that, how can he expect his own sins to be forgiven? Granted this is more based on the Christian view of sin. Abel’s heart was not light as a feather, and he died hating his own brother, bitter, and unforgiving. Again, I do not expect this level of depth from Vivzie but that’s just my take lmao

-So that leaves Adam showing up in Heaven alone. Cain is probably still wandering the Earth tbh, but im open to him being more of a spirit now who can pass between earth and Hell. But Adam being alone becomes very damaging. After all, it is not good for man to be alone. He just chalks it all up to Lucifer and Lilith’s deception with the apple that created Hell, blaming them for all the evil that has happened on Earth and the loss of his family.

-When Adam comes back as a sinner in Hell, he eventually reunites with Eve (and Abel. And maybe Cain). They work through all the shit they’ve been through and decide to try again being a family. They harvest angelic metal from the weapons and have them fashioned into rings. Eve wears hers normally and Adam wears his on a necklace. They have matching inscriptions on the inside, where one says “flesh of my flesh” and the other “bone of my bone.” If u saw my other post mentioning this, you’re welcome ❤️

-Eventually they get redeemed and Sera welcomes them back with a little gift: the flower crowns from Eden🥰

[brynnmclean]

❤️💬!

May, it is SO DIFFICULT to pick a favorite anything out of your fics because you are always writing absolute bangers, as the kids say. There is a REASON i have a tag "may never misses"!!!!!

For the ❤️ I'll pull from your second Telerin!Celeborn AU fic, demi-paradise:

“My lord Ossë,” Telpenen said, with fragile composure. “There you are,” Ossë said. “You haven’t been at sea much, have you?” “Not… as much as usual.” Telpenen didn’t look at Artanis, but she saw the back of his neck pinken beneath his sailor’s tan. “Have you made the acquaintance of Lady Nerwen?” “No,” Ossë said. He leaned close; Artanis smelled fish and ozone, and met the intelligent, inquisitive eyes of an orca. Ossë dwarfed the little boat; her heart was beating very hard. She felt Telpenen scrabble as unobtrusively for her hand as possible and hold it, and wanted to tell him that she was not afraid: but it was comforting, and before she had consciously made the decision her hand was squeezing tightly back. “Pleased to meet you,” Artanis said steadily. Ossë grinned with six rows of teeth, all of them apparently chosen at random from different creatures, and some which did not exist. “Same to you,” he replied, still much too close. “I can see why he’s interested in you.”  Long practice in Tirion meant Artanis neither looked at Telpenen nor blushed. “I -” she said. Ossë waved an arm that was also a flipper, too many fingers cutting through the air with barnacles attached, water streaming down. “Not Telpenen. At least -” he grinned again, meanly - “I can see you’ve got something between you, the way incarnates do. But that’s not my affair. I mean Melkor.” Telpenen’s grip closed on hers like a vise. “We haven’t met,” Artanis said as levelly as she could manage. “And I’m not sure why a Vala would be interested in me.” “That’s an interesting argument for Finwë’s granddaughter,” Ossë said. He made a noise which sounded like he was laughing, sank beneath the waves abruptly, and then reappeared as nothing but water - dirty water, strewn with fish guts and seaweed, a mouth made out of foam - on the other side of the boat. “The Valar are always more interested in incarnates than they want to admit. You’re Eru’s children. Even we can’t say that. And are you going to tell me you’re insignificant, Artanis Nerwen?”  “No,” Artanis said.  Ossë gave a gurgling laugh. “Good. Because you aren’t. Clever, aren’t you, bright, aren’t you? Just be careful, Olwë’s granddaughter. Melkor’s looking for tools. I hear it in the water, I smell it in the air. And you’re so very sharp.”

First off, just want to say that I always adore how you write Ossë. Every time he shows up in one of your fics, he just feels so delightfully mischievous and dangerous. Safe on my couch, he makes me laugh! If I were on a beach facing him though? Oh boy. Stark terror.

There are a MILLION other things I could say about this fic alone (I love everything Telerin! The customs! This version of Celeborn! The revelation that you have to go out to sea to see the stars!!! The quiet plotting of people building boats ALREADY to leave Valinor!) but I'm sitting on my hands and just going to focus on this section and also say that I love the menace of Melkor and that Ossë warns Galadriel about him. Those last lines: Melkor’s looking for tools. I hear it in the water, I smell it in the air. And you’re so very sharp. Perfect. Brilliant. I love this.

For the 💬 I'll go with the end of my own Celeborn fic for the Uncorrupted Mairon AU, grant a name to a buried flame:

“You’re a wreck,” Mablung tells Celeborn later, waiting up for him with Beleg after all. “I’m happy to see you weren’t incinerated, but you do look like you got mauled.” Beleg grins and plucks a niphredil flower out of the messy fall of Celeborn’s unbraided hair. “I’m glad they like their new names.” Celeborn can’t stop smiling if he tries, careless of the mud and grass stains on his clothes, the teasing of his friends. The wildflower crown did not last, but on the index finger of his right hand, a silver, floral filigree ring gleams.

What can I say, I'm really fond of it!

Thanks, friend!!!!

[ask me about fic quotes!]

[minigirl87]

Peaches & Cream with Marc.

Marc Spector X f!Reader mentions of Steven grant & Jake Lockley.

Edited by @melodygatesauthor ❤️

I really want to thank @melodygatesauthor for her help in editing and the encouragement to write fanfiction for the first time! And for putting up with my daft questions. You're a 🌟 so thank you again.

Please leave your feedback as it is appreciated ❤️

Word count: 491

Tags/warnings: NSFW, "no smut" & "sexual themes/implications"

Summary: Reader bakes some cakes for Marc and he doesn't mind the mess. Marc is cheeky in a fun way.

P.s I just love this piece of music and thought it would suit live with the boys.

As Marc slowly walked back to the flat, the sun shone down with a soft warmth, on his golden skin and bounced of his chocolate curls. London was unseasonably warm but comfortable, with the breeze wafting the smells of summer that only a big city can conjure.

To anyone walking by Marc, they wouldn’t notice anything amiss, except maybe his overly stoic expression. Internally, though, he was having a discussion with his alters, Steven and Jake, about Y/N and baking. All three loved your baked goods. Each for their on reasons Steven liked find different vegan recipes, Jake liked to make cultural foods, and Marc homemade felt like love to him.

When Marc opened the door to the flat, keys jingling to announce his arrival, He could hear soft jazz playing quietly, and you trying to hum along to melody. He could also sound of Steven’s old oven still trying to survive another day. Excitement surged through his nostrils. Peaches he smells peaches, he softly smiles and calls out to you, “Y/N Baby I’m home” as he walked into the small kitchen.

You jumped slightly as you felt his arms snake around your middle. When he kissed your shoulder, his chocolate curls tickled your ear as they brussed over your skin. You turned to face him still in his arms, He bent his head down to kiss you deeply. A small moan escapes from you both.

“You taste so sweet, Baby” he leaned in for another, to which you pulled away giggling

"If you like that, then you’ll love these.”

You pull away to go and, get one of your baking tins. You smiled remembering when Marc bought you the set in your favourite colour. Marc starts to comment on the mess and was about to ask about flour he saw on an inexplicably high corner of the kitchen wall, But then he noticed the cupcakes. His eyes go wide and he links his lips.

“I didn’t expect them to turn out like this” you said with another giggle. Marc stared at the vulva shaped cupcakes in awe, He groaned louder than expected at the familiar sight.He looks up at you as you smile innocently back at him.

“Do you or one of the boys want to try one?” You asked holdingone out to him.

He took it from your hand and he licked the peach first before eating it.

“Baby that’s amazing, can I have another one?” His eyes were pleading.

How could you say no? As you turned to pick up the tin again, nodding your head to say yes. Marc grabs you as you let out a squeal.

“what about your cupcake? Hm? He asked as he carried you to the bedroom. “You’ve already got the cake Baby and I’m bringing the cream.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Steven and Jake groan, and Marc well he’s too in love to care, regardless of the mess.

[schattengestalt]

I just posted the final chapter of my Spirk story! ❤️

I had lots of fun writing it, and I hope you'll enjoy it. 😊

Summary:

Bones convinces Spock to court Jim.

"You know,” one side of the Doctor’s lips tilted upwards, “he might want someone at his side who loves him. Someone who goes out of their way to show him how much he means to them, someone who proclaims their love to him every day.” McCoy paused, but Spock got the distinct impression it wasn’t out of necessity. “Someone who woos him instead of taking his affections for granted.”

Tags:

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Leonard "Bones" McCoy is a Good Friend, Meddling, Friendship, Idiots in Love, Courtship, Romance, Chess, Comfort Food, Gift Giving, Movie Night, Music, Vulcan Lyre (Star Trek), Injury, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Vulcan Kisses (Star Trek)

Language: English

Chapters: 8/8

[3linaturabi]

Da’abal, his poem, and Imam Ar-Ridha (as) ❤️

Poet of Ahlul Bayt, or the progeny of holy Prophet Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa (pbuh&hp), Da’abal Al-Khazayee said, “When I wrote my well known poem admiring the family of Imam Ali (pbuh) and decided to proceed to Iranian city of Khorasan and present the poem to the eighth infallible descendant of holy Prophet (pbuh&hp) Imam Ali bin Mousa Ar-Ridha (pbuh) I undertook the journey, arrived Khorasan and recited my poem in the presence of the Imam (pbuh)…

A portion of the rhymes by Da’abal are translated as under:

When I saw the ruined house of the sons of the Prophet (pbuh&hp) I wept,

The house whose owners were ousted from those and hypocrites had taken their place,

The houses where one-day exegesis (of Quran) was explained,

Those were the places of the descending of revelation

but now because of the tyrannies of the criminals,

have emptied of the recitation of Holy Quran,

The owners of the houses

who were the inheritors of Prophet (pbuh&hp)

were considered the best men of the Ummah,

The men who helped the afflicted ones

and continuously they were taken to be their friends,

I see that their belongings and wealth are in the hands of the cruel ones,

Their benevolent hands are empty from their own wealth,

I salute to those stars of the sky of Imamate

who are sleeping in Kufa and Medina and Karbala,

Who have laid their lives for Islam,

There is a grave in Baghdad (Mousa Ibn-e-Jaffar [pbuh])

Wherein a pure and combatant Soul is lying,

The grave, which is one of the paradise.

Da’abal said when I reached this place Imam Ar-Ridha (pbuh) said: ‘I complete this poem by adding to it some rhymes.’

So, the Imam (pbuh) gives news of his martyrdom and burial in Toos. Imam (pbuh) said:

‘There is a grave in Toos too, which has awfully great tragedy and grief,

And burns the hearts up to the justice day,

And raises the lamentations and weeping of the people.’

Then Imam (pbuh) said, ‘Keep your poem concealed and secret, do not read it to anyone.’

Mamoon got informed about my coming there and reciting the poem for Imam (pbuh). He summoned me and desired that I may recite the poem for him. I denied having written any such poem. But Mamoon brought Imam (pbuh) to his assembly and in his presence he said, ‘Read out that renowned poem which you wrote about the worth and virtues of Ali's (pbuh) family before the Imam (pbuh) to me as well.’

I was forced to recite it. Mamoon apparently showed his pleasure and joy over it and gave me a prize. His minister Fadhl sent a good prize along with a horse for me. Imam (pbuh) too granted me a hundred dinars and said, ‘keep it, for one day you will need it.’

I said to Imam (pbuh), ‘I want a used shirt of yours so that when I die that becomes my coffin.’ Imam (pbuh) acceded to it and gave one of his shirts to me and said, ‘Keep this shirt as by it's benevolence you will remain safe.’ I said good-bye to Imam (pbuh) and moved upon. With the horse, which Fadhl had sent for me, I went out of Toos, with a caravan.

On the way thieves attacked the caravan and plundered and looted whatever the travelers possessed. Not very long after it, one of them who was obviously their chief came along riding my horse.

He was reciting the rhymes of the poem written by me. I went to him and asked him, ‘Do you know whose verses are these?’ He said surprisingly ‘Yes Da’abal Al-Khazayee rhymes.’ I said, ‘Do you know I am Da’abal who wrote these rhymes?’ He showed amazement and did not believe my words.

I said, ‘ask those who are traveling with me.’ The people of the caravan witnessed that I was the poet who wrote those verses. When he knew I was Da’abal, he ordered that all the wealth which was looted and distributed among themselves be returned to the passengers of the caravan as an honor to me and as the Imam (pbuh) had said that shirt became the cause of my freedom and that of my friends. They returned the wealth and looted properties to us.”

When Da’abal got free from the thieves he arrived Qum. People of Qum rushed to welcome him and requested him to recite the famous poem, which he recited to Imam Ar-Ridha (pbuh). Da’abal agreed and went to the mosque of Qum and read out his poem to them. People gave him lot of money. When they came to know about the shirt affair. They begged him to give that to them and take any amount of money for it. Da’abal did not agree. They demanded a piece of the shirt he again did not accept.

When Da’abal moved out of Qum, a group of young men closed his way down. They snatched the shirt from him and came back to Qum. Da’abal too returned to Qum and requested them to return him the shirt. But they did not accede to his request. Da’abal yearned for a piece of it. They acceded to this request. They gave him a piece of it for a thousand dirhams and he accepted (the deal) and then moved towards his homeland.

When Da’abal returned to his home he surprisingly discovered that the thieves had plundered his house leaving back nothing for him. He remembered what Imam (pbuh) had said while giving him a hundred dinars. He had said, ‘keep these you will extremely need them (a day).’ He carried the money to the bazaar and sold each dinar for hundred dinars and received ten thousand dinars.

During this period his wife got ill and her eyes developed dropsy (disease) and the physicians made him disappointed about her treatment. Da’abal tied the piece of the Shirt [which has given by Imam (pbuh)] to the eyes of his wife when he opened it the next day, she was cured.

Reference: Ap Hayat imam Ali ibn Musa (as) vol.01

This article is written by: Sister Zaynab

[ladyinbooks]

I was checking my AO3 history, just skipping along and this is what I see for Icarus, Burning

“Last visited: 11 Apr 2024 (Latest version.) Visited 74 times” which granted doesn’t mean a lot, considering the page refreshes a lot during my rereads, and I have read this 3 times now? Two times? Enough times to be enamoured evermore by Samiel and Jason.

Then I look at Path to Paradise.

“Last visited: 04 Mar 2024 (Latest version.) Visited 22 times”

And I’m just, happy. It’s not often I am enamoured by a specific author.

Am absolutely in love with Rarely Pure too. Thank you for your hard work.

Ok, that's it, you made me cry. 😭

Thank you. Seriously, thank you. What a lovely message to log into tumblr and see today. I don't think I can adequately describe how happy it makes me to know that you love my fics, but more than that, that you reread them. It makes me very happy indeed.

I am incredibly lucky, and phenomenally grateful that I have amazing readers like you. I don't say it often enough and I should, but knowing you enjoy my scribbles means the world to me.

(And you've made my evening, just so you know! ❤️)

[chromes-corner]

Hi! Cần you do about pitaya, lotus, lychee dragon or all three, that your choose. Headcannons or fic idk. Anyway I really like your blog.❤️❤️

you mfs LOVE these guys huh. like goddam i didnt know the dragons were that popular but like yeah i WOULD like to be an all-powerful monster’s object of affection so i understand you fully

side note lychee lowkey gives me “ackshually theyre a 2000 year old demon trapped in the body of a 14 year old magical girl” vibes so their headcanons can be read as completely platonic lol

---

Pitaya/Reader & Lotus/Reader & Lychee/Reader

Notes: headcanons, fluff

Content Warnings: none

A/N: dragons adopt me into their polycule challenge

Pitaya

Pitaya is so very rough on the outside, but on the inside? Soft. A big ol kitty cat.

They won’t ask to be pet, but they WILL grab your arms and put your hands on their head.

Purrs loud as hell when you pet them.

Oversized lapdog — they will do whatever it takes to curl up on top of you.

They honestly didn’t know how touch-starved they were until they met you.

Pitaya is always super warm on account of where they are from. They enjoy being your personal heated blanket on cold nights.

Hollyberry often invites you and Pitaya to parties at her castle. It amuses her to see her old rival in fancy threads, looking like they’d rather be ANYWHERE else while their partner totes them along.

Hollyberry is impressed that you, in her words, “managed to tame the beast.”

Pitaya bristles and insists that they are not tamed. This is immediately disproven when you tell them to stand down, to which they sigh and say, “yesss, dear.”

Their tail never healed properly on account of how they’re a TERRIBLE medic (“I ssstopped the bleeding.” “You plugged the wound with leaves.” “…But I ssstopped the bleeding.”) so it gets sore from time to time. Alleviate this with kisses and massages.

^^You will have to play doctor when they get into scraps with random warriors and knights looking to prove themselves.

They have an eye for gold jewelry. It’s their favorite gift to both receive and give (they think gold looks extra good on you).

^^Uneducated in mortal courtship, Pitaya was VERY confused at your reaction when they unassumingly presented you with a pair of matching gold rings.

They’re a bit of a hothead, so they will leap directly to violence when faced with someone who doesn’t treat you with common decency.

They will, however, simmer down at the simple sound of your voice.

Pitaya proudly parades you around in front of the other dragons. They all find it very annoying, but Pitaya tells you they’re just jealous.

Lotus

You have a very special place in Lotus’s palace: next to them.

Lotus strums melodies for you with their mandolin, and they sometimes even add lyrics.

They always gather a few water lilies to thread through your hair when you are around.

They refer to you as their most precious flower.

Lotus loves it when you tell them about culture outside of the Lotus palace — whether that be about song, dance, art, sports, or even customs, they enjoy hearing about all of it.

They especially enjoy it when you celebrate your customs and traditions with them.

They sometimes ask you to tell them a joke, and they’ll snicker at it no matter how terrible it is.

They will actually grant your wishes and NOT steal your life force.

Why would they want to take away the vitality of such a lovely person?

If you are too humble to make wishes, they will make some on your behalf to ensure your happiness.

Hydrangea is infinitely jealous of the attention you receive from the Dragon.

You make Lotus do and try a lot of things they wouldn’t normally do. They find that partaking in menial tasks with you somehow gives those same tasks a new meaning.

During the Wish Festival, Lotus will always join you at the base of the palace to release a lantern. Though it doesn’t do much for them, seeing you enjoy yourself stirs something warm inside of them.

Often muses that their paradise couldn’t be paradise without you.

Lychee

Little bastard 100%

Be a bastard WITH them though. Fuck some shit up together ❤️

They will crawl all over you like you’re a jungle gym.

They will also demand to be held and carried around either in your arms or on your shoulders (make them feel tall. Feed their ego. Do it NOW).

^^Don’t even make the argument that they can fly. They don’t care. CARRY THEM.

Like Pitaya, Lychee loves to be pet. Unlike Pitaya, Lychee will directly ask you for pets and scritches.

They call you their favorite follower, but they secretly see you as more of an equal. You’re way better company than the other dragons, anyway.

Showing genuine compassion for them as opposed to empty worship from their “followers” makes them go “😀???”

They seriously don’t know what to do but it makes them feel fuzzier than Fluffles so that must be a good thing, right?

“Say the thing.” “Uh… I care about you?” “Yesssss that hits the spot.”

Lychee makes those under their control do your bidding as well as theirs.

You and Lychee are in an ongoing prank war. You never know when you’ll fall victim to their latest (harmless) scheme. You plan some elaborate jokes as well.

Lychee also likes to take you to help them mess with the other dragons. Scrawl crude words into the sands of Ananas’s island. Plant invasive weeds in Lotus’s gardens. Pour water on Pitaya while they sleep. The possibilities are endless!

They love laughing with you. Having someone to just be hysterical with makes their little feral creature heart so happy.

Partners in bastard crime forever and ever <3

[joheunsaram]

Trapped Together (jhs)

summary - You hated your workplace, the people, the culture. The only one you could stand was Jung Hoseok, you officemate and the only one who knew of your recent pesky habit.

word count - 1.8k

pairing - coworker!Hoseok x reader

rating - pg

genre - fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings - work stress, smoking, self-deprecating thoughts

a.n - a very happy birthday to my sweet sunshine comfort hobi! and a very hobiruary to all of you! this is just a random drabble that came to me because of work stress and I hope you enjoy it! 🥰

a very special thank you to @raplinesmoon for beta reading! Love you!

Feedback appreciated! ❤️ let me know what you think!

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“Psst!”

His voice carried over your typing, resounding in the small office the two of you shared. You ignored him, but he was relentless, his pen bouncing over the wooden table to grate your nerves as he called your name again and again, whining till you gave in.

“What?” you snapped, finally turning towards your coworker, rolling your eyes at his heart shaped grin. He just wiggled his eyebrows at you, lifting a hand to his lips, two fingers placed in front of them as he mimicked taking a drag.

“Let’s sneak away,” he suggested, and you were powerless. Hoseok was the only one who knew of your recent habit, the stress of the upcoming grant deadlines getting to you. You would die if anyone at work knew you smoked — public health organizations tended to look down on the destructive practice. Yet, Hoseok looked at you judgement free. Perhaps it was because he shared your ailment, or maybe it was because in the three months you had worked here, he was the only one who you had befriended.

You weren’t antisocial by any account, but your coworkers were a toxic bunch. You had learnt in your first week after your boss reprimanded you for a typo in an email that all anyone cared of in this organization was how to expose your faults to get ahead. That is, except for Hoseok, your bright, sunny partner in crime.

Shaking your head you gave in, grabbing your purse as he stood up leading the way through the crowded office and out through the front door. He knew you would never feel comfortable smoking in the designated sections like your other male coworkers, and so he had shared his secret spot with you. The rooftop of the building next door.

Every few days the two of you would make a silly excuse to the guard at the gate and access the rickety elevator that led to the second floor, making your way to the stairwell and sneaking upstairs. You doubted if the old man even cared, always waving you through with sleepy eyes as he took his 4 pm nap.

“I’m tired,” you bemoaned, punching the flesh of your thighs as they cramped from walking after sitting in the same position for hours. “Let’s take it to the top?”

“It goes to the top?” Hoseok asked, but followed your lead and pressed the button labeled three. You shrugged, not sure of the answer but willing to be adventurous, despite your scheduled meeting in half an hour. You needed that cigarette if you were going to get through another meeting with the board of old senile men misinterpreting your programs and shoehorning their agendas.

As the doors opened, you were greeted by the sky, blue and clear with a few fluffy clouds peppered across it like cotton candy at a fair. The roof itself was in disarray from misuse, broken tiles littering the floor and dusty furniture abandoned across it. But for you it was paradise, a little piece of heaven tucked away from the watchful eyes of your coworkers where you could take a few minutes to be yourself.

“Score!” Hoseok exclaimed, pumping his fist as he stepped out. “Fuck. Let’s never take the stairs again.”

Chuckling, you made your way towards the corner where a metal awning shaded you from the harsh sunlight. You unwrapped a small plastic poncho from your purse, laying it on the floor, and the two of you settled on it, sighing in relief and taking in the soft breeze caressing your skins.

Hoseok offered you a cigarette, leaning into light it, his brows knotted and lips pursed in concentration as the flame brushed against the end of the stick, ebbing into a warm red, the corners of the paper turning to ash at its touch. He smiled as a puff of smoke escaped before lighting his own, a hand cupping around the light to ensure its longevity. For someone so kind hearted, his features were almost a little too sharp, making him look a little angry during the rare times he didn’t smile.

You exhaled, shoulders slumping as the nicotine rushed through you, relaxing you in an instant. The two of you sat in silence, the sound of traffic below you providing an ambient hum. The chirp of a message broke the calm.

“Great! Meeting got canceled,” Hoseok sighed, stretching the poncho behind him to lie down, hands behind his head and eyes closed as he enjoyed the balmy wind. You smiled at him. He looked so at ease, peaceful like always. It made you feel worse for not turning off your brain.

You hated how instead of relaxing at the cancellation, you were rattled, your nerves spiking so high that the rush of nicotine had no effect. It was typical of your bosses to not take into consideration how hard you’d worked on the last minute meeting they’d called this morning. They had no care that the figures you had to gather made you set aside your pride and all but beg your vicious coworkers for them. It had the smile slipping off your face, had tears manifesting on your lashes as you took a deep breath to calm yourself. You hated that you cared so much when no one else did.

“We should head back,” you said, patting Hoseok’s chest lightly. You were proud it only took you a few moments to gather yourself, the man in front of you would see right through you otherwise.

Hoseok hummed in agreement, discarding the butt on the ground like you did and standing up, helping you fold the poncho to its once tiny shape so it fit in your purse. He followed you to the elevator, pressing the button and waiting as you checked your phone for any other updates.

The two of you waited a minute and when the elevator didn’t arrive you pushed the button yet again. It didn’t light up, the blank dust covered wall staring at you. Patience running thin, you tried again, panic swirling in your throat. No. This could not be happening.

“Fuck, you think it’s broken?” you asked Hoseok, who frowned at the button, bending down to inspect it before he was straightening and walking to the door to the stairwell. Too anxious to move, you waited for his cheerful voice to announce the escape route. Yet, all you heard was the clambering of the door as he pulled it again and again for it to not open.

“Fuck. Fuck!” he exclaimed, and your heart lodged into your throat. It was close to 5 pm, and you were sure that the people in your building were all packing up, if not already on their way to enjoy the weekend. You couldn’t speak, barely hearing Hoseok’s assurances as you trembled, the exhaustion of the day catching up to you, throwing all rationality out of sorts.

It was fitting that you’d be left abandoned, withering away on the rooftop of a building that housed your worst thoughts. Fitting that the place responsible for your plummeting self esteem would be responsible for your death too.

“Okay don’t panic. We’re not going to die,” Hoseok said, walking towards you and you realized that you had spoken your thoughts aloud. You wondered how much you had said.

“Shhh,” he cooed, as his arms wound around you and his citrus scent enveloped you. You had always thought it was an air freshener he used before you entered your office, something to cheer you up and make you forget about the dreary windowless room the two of you bid your time in. Turns out the scent was just him, an essence of the man you had been repressing your crush on all these months.

“Hoseok…” you cried, looking up at him and hating how your voice wobbled between the two syllables.

“I’m here,” he assured, pulling your head to his chest as he rocked you a little. “Nothing's gonna hurt you.”

He moved you to one of the discarded couches, removing his jacket and placing it on the dusty cushions before settling you down. Crouched in front of you, he wiped your tears, gentle and kind, a little smile reassuring you.

You sniffled, feeling much too weak for your ego to handle and looked behind him to watch the sun start to set on the horizon. It would’ve been a beautiful sight, the orange and yellows melding into a violet blue over the sprawling streets glittering with rush hour traffic. But your breaths refused to settle. Not until Hoseok guided you through the panic, acting as an anchor as he placed your hand on his chest, mimicking the deep breaths he wanted you to take.

It took a while, the sky already beginning to be peppered with stars by the time you stepped out of your brain and acknowledged him. He smiled widely, encouraging you, and your heart started beating faster once again. Your conversations with Hoseok had always been surface level, relegated to asking about each other's nights and interests, but in that moment it felt as if he knew you, knew your fears, your hopes, your aspirations.

You didn’t know why but with his steady heartbeat under your palm and his warm hand against your cheek, you forgot your inhibitions. Leaning in, you placed your lips on his, as gentle as he had been with you. And just like Hoseok was always willing to help you with your projects, happy to follow your lead, he did the same, moulding his lips to yours with the same care you showed him.

Unrushed and euphoric, the moment stretched, till you separated. But now that you had tasted his lips, it was hard to let go, so with a sigh you wrapped your arms around his neck burying your face in his neck. He returned your embrace, falling from his crouch onto his knees and pulling you close, one hand stroking your hair and the other around your waist.

“Thank you,” you whispered, and he squeezed you tighter, lips landing a soft kiss on your hair, thumb leaving a comforting heat on your back.

“I’ve got you,” he replied in a murmur that set you at ease, helping you feel a little less broken, a little less stressed. “You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” you affirmed, loosening your grip around him and moving away. Cupping his face, you looked at him and he just gave you the same smile he always did, confident and reassuring.

This time he leaned in, his hand on top of yours as he met your lips once again, making you forget why you were troubled in the first place.

With his soft lips on yours and the late summer breeze in your hair, trapped on that roof you felt invincible.

-

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[auroralightsthesky]

Hi! I was wondering if you are doing any requests at the moment?

If so could I request either a Floyd Talbert or a Chuck Grant one, I loved the last one you did for me and thought I’d ask for another 😬

You can write what ever you wish ☺️

Thank you ❤️

Say no more hon, you ask and the genie shall answer. Don’t ever be afraid to request anything as I’m always open to it. 

You never imagined moving to the Big Island with Grant, not in all the years you had been alive. You couldn’t imagine anywhere else to live out your days in peace and quiet, a string of islands in the Pacific that were complete and utter paradise. Some people had done everything in their power to talk you out of it, claiming that places like New York of California were better, but you and Grant would hear none of it. You both had made up your minds that Hawaii would forever be your home no matter what. 

And it had been worth every bit of it. 

The first year had been a bit of a struggle, but things quickly fell into place for you both. Some of your fellow Easy Co. friends had made the move with you, growing sick and tired of living in cold places and having to live by the rules of others. With their help, you soon had a large, extended family.....your ohana. 

It grew even quicker after you and Grant had gotten married. Your twin sons were born in Puna two years later and never had Grant or the others been as proud as they had been to welcome them into the family. You had gotten a letter that night from both Nix and Dick, both of them overjoyed to finally be uncles and that they would be rushing to the islands with their families as soon as possible. 

It was one night, two weeks later, a night where the sunset had tinted the sky a deep blood red, just a few days short of when Dick, Nix and their families were due to arrive. You and Grant had been sitting on the beach, close by the house with the looming peak of Mt. Kilauea in the distance. The waves gently lapped at the sandy shores while the crater of the volcano quietly smoked in the distance. The boys were asleep in the little wicker basket by your side while Grant’s arm snaked around your shoulders, the two of you watching the sun go down and the volcano’s peak. 

“Quietest night we’ve had in a long time,” you murmured sleepily. 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way hon,” Grant chuckled. 

The moment was interrupted when you heard a small cry coming from the basket, a tiny cough following in its wake. You carefully picked one of the twins up as his face began to scrunch. “I think he wants you over me,” you half laughed. 

You carefully handed him off to Grant and the minute he was in his father’s arms he stopped whimpering. You picked up his brother, the both of you protectively holding your sons in your arms. “Dick and Nix will probably be arriving within the next few days,” you said. 

Grant smiled at the thought. “Can’t wait,” he said. “I think these two are eager to meet their uncles.” 

You two leaned into each other, your foreheads touching  as your sons lay still against the both of you. You couldn’t have imagined a perfect place or a perfect moment. At long last you both had the one thing you had strived for since the war had ended......your ohana. 

[whippedcreamcookie]

Your idea for a Sugar Swan event is so good! Would you mind expanding on Sugar Swan & Candy Metorite's descriptions & gameplay mechanics? Can we help expand on that aspect too?

thank you so much! ❤️ it means so much to me that people like my sugar swan / whipped event idea <3!!

i would like to previse this by saying yes! you can expand on them if you want to! especially candy meteorite cookie since i just came up with their existence! ❤️ and of course any suggestions/mprovements are also welcome!

in terms of storylines and gameplay mechanics i didn’t truly delve into those yet but! i might have an idea or two, i think i’ll split this based on the two characters for a more easier reading! i apologize deeply if what i am saying could essentially come off as rambling

———— sugar swan cookie ————

"bestow upon my light, and you will feel true hope..."

story: “haven’t you heard? located in the heart of the dessert paradise’s ever flowing lake, lives a very divine and merciful mythical swan of ages... the swan is said to be a very powerful and ancient being who has lived for a long time, accompanying a glowing light of hope that never seemed to fade since its birth. thousands of years ago, this swan used to be the only resident in its paradise until certain disaster occurred, and as such, it created many things and cookies to protect it with their very lives. nowadays, this swan lives calmly singling, dancing and playing with its creations in the lake day and night forever... but be alert, my sugar swan, for what awaits you is deemed unknown and uncertain. “

gameplay: runs in its cookie form for a while (green bar), until it transforms into its swan form and creates many beautiful and elegant creatures. then it regresses once more.

its magic candy is summoning an enchanting creature full of light and hope, giving it health and points.

———— candy meteorite cookie ————

"you'll be okay, right? right...? please assure me. "

story: "born in the swan's lake, candy meteorite cookie is a cookie bestowed upon the swan's light, giving them a very holy and galaxy-like appearance, people often greet them with a sign of deep respect due to the fact they were one of the swan's original creations. candy meteorite cookie was intially a very bright and hopeful cookie that cherished every moment of the paradise and thought it'd be safe for all eternity, until a certain incident occurred... even though the incident has been resolved by the guardian of the paradise, that feeling of doubt has been continusly lingering in their mind for what seems like forever, as they ask and ask and ask to the swan multiple times... and even though they don't like to admit it, beyond their spacey and hopeful look and demeanor, lies an embodiment of skepticism and doubt deep in their heart."

gameplay: they collect 5 candy meteorite fragments that orbit them, after collecting all of them, they fly and send a barrage of candy meteors, granting points and destruction

their magic candy is that they may find feathers of the sugar swan alongside the fragments, granting extra points upon collection and upon meteor barrage. (visual differences included for every level. from deep blue -> pastel purple for meteor barrage)

like this!

[hassan-ibn-abdul-qadir]

You know I was gifted this mushaf by someone on Tumblr some time ago, they’re not around anymore but I pray they’re doing well.

What’s strange is, everytime I open it, I remember them, and i always find myself asking Allaah to preserve their eeman and reward them for the kindness they displayed, honestly it happens unintentionally lool. Moral of the story is, gift one another to increase love, 

“Exchange gifts and you will love each other.” 

- The prophet ‏صلى الله عليه وسلم. 

And honestly this is exactly what it did, because till this day I love this person for the Sake of Allaah ❤️. 

I ask Allaah to bless them and keep them safe from harm in this world, overlook their sins and shortcomings and grant them a high rank in Paradise. Aameen.